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mega-ringsandthings-world · 5 months

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Ok, ok, glad you liked the art! There's more to come because I am full of ideas and sadness! Prepare!

Anywho, now that I have rambled about the boys a lot (and trust me, there's definitely more where that came from), I thought I'd take a change of pace and focus on others.

Like Buggy. What we know is he escapes, possibly due to running away (which will probably haunt him forever) or getting saved by someone. He does meet someone, as you've said before, but who? Could it be Dragon? Does our greedy, narcissistic clown somehow become a revolutionary? Maybe it's a marine. Did a marine see this kid and go, "Screw it, I'm not killing kids," and let him go? Does he run into Smoker? Start a traumatize boy band (now I wanna write the fic we’re buggy and smoker run into each other after lougetown.) Or is it someone else, someone I wouldn't have guessed in a million years? Doflamingo, perhaps? That would be the meeting from hell. One of the other would-be warlords? And what happens to him? Does he spend the next two years trying to help Shanks in any way he can? Does he do mostly what he's done in canon and go for the One Piece? Or is he a warlord? Did he make deals with the world government for Shanks? ‘Gasp’ I'm gasping at nothing but thinky thoughts, but eh, I'll just throw some crazy in there for fun.

Also, are you going to add pirates we know to Loguetown who get caught, aside from the characters we already know? There are a few characters we see in canon that could be the right age to have been around. You could just slip them in there to add more people to the "Fun Time with World Government!™️" and more people Shanks and Mihawk can bounce off of while captured and once they get out. You said that they won't trust anyone who didn't go through what they went through, so not a lot of allies or having civil conversations. But maybe that's the point... oh well, whatever you do, I'm sure I'll love it.

Also, this pirate generation needs a name. If the last generation were the Great Pirates, maybe this generation could be the Silenced Generation? And later, after the two years, the Monster Generation.

And propaganda, does Roger's message about the One Piece get out there like it did in the main timeline? Not a lot of people escaped from the excision, so that's not a lot of people to spread the word. Is the World Government suppressing it after all? They didn't mean for Roger to tell the crowd, so why in hell would they want that driving force that created pirates who are specifically seeking a piece of the Void Century and possibly information on Joy Boy or Nika? So, do they turn it into, instead of a last word, a rumor? Like Davy Jones or Nolan and his Sky Island, like it's a fun bedtime story but nothing that's actually real.

Those are all the questions I have today hopefully I’ll get you that new art out soon no promises but I will try! Seriously thanks for indulging my asks, I know you don’t ow me any of you time and it’s cool that you’ve given me some. Anyways off to dreamland for me!

Prepared and so excited! See, with Buggy, it's a mess. If this AU is the sort-of inverse of canon events, Buggy has to keep his beef with Shanks. That happens because Shanks is the one who saves him. He gets him to safety, and then gets himself caught to lead the marines away from him. But from Buggy's perspective, Shanks abandoned him. Which. He's going to spend his time torn between grief/worry/resentment and thinking Shanks got what he deserved, (because Buggy is vindictive like that) only to find out how wrong he was. During the end of the two years, he's going to try to help Shanks, though. Him and Smoker do meet, Smoker being the one to spur him into helping Shanks. Smoker is going to go the way of Vergo in this AU, at least as far as the marines are concerned. Dragon is going to pick up some key players, (wink, wink) and he would save a child. So that's Buggy, even though Buggy doesn't espouse revolutionary ideas. (and Buggy would be even more obsessed with the one piece, it's his way of coping) And here's the thing, once what the marines are doing starts coming out, there's going to be an alliance between the revolutionaries and pirates to protect themselves. Because after the marines get information out of the captured pirates, they will start hunting the free ones. Benn Beckmann is already around, and some other characters will come sooner, some later. Garp is going to be the one who brings Mihawk and Shanks and some of those characters together. It will take them a long time to trust anyone else, but they will. And the pirates who weren't captured but were still hunted count as having a shared experience in their books. As well as the people who have been hurt by or due to the government, especially children. (wink, wink) I was thinking the Ghost generation! Since the marines kept an entire swathe of these people in captivity for two-three years, living as nothing more than ghosts. The one piece declaration did get out, though yes, the WG is trying to make it seems like nothing more than the ravings of a madman. It still becomes a substantial rumor, though, because it's something for the the pirates left to cling onto while they are being hunted. And the WG also wants the one piece. So it's them, and not the pirates that initially began the search. They go out systematically raiding pirate ships and hideouts and work their way up from there. When Mihawk and Shanks get out, Shanks kicks off the real pirate hunt by confirming Roger's last words. Which he does for Buggy's sake. No rush! And you're welcome! Ask away as much as you want, my mind is full of this and I'll literally talk forever if given the chance!

#one piece #op #opla #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks #hawkeye mihawk #red haired shanks #mihawk one piece #shanks one piece #mishanks #mihawk x shanks #op marines #loguetown au

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heartsburst · 2 years

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what's up, i'm frankie, i'm 17, and my hyperfixations are very loud all of the time (YES, i have adhd)

the current hyperfixations are:

sokka and zuko (avatar: the last airbender)

byler

the recurring hyperfixations are:

ABBA

boy meets world

the hobbit/lord of the rings

aaron minyard (all for the game)

RED VS BLUE <3333

the crane wives lyrics

first aid kit (the band)

florence + the machine

1917 (the movie)

sewing/mending/embroidery

cakes

mo dao zu shi

wizards

musicals (HADESTOWN, legally blonde, be more chill, wicked, the count of monte cristo)

steddie

corb lund

some other things i like/past hyperfixations (susceptible to return):

declan mckenna

cavetown

mitski

the penumbra podcast

hannibal

rooster (top gun) (ik ok, he's HOT i'm sorry)

castlevania (the show)

young royals

star wars

the witcher

sk8! the infinity

rusty quill (stellar firma, rqg, tma)

undertale (this was years ago but seeing ut/dr stuff unlocks something in me)

percy jackson, etc.

good omens

music in general absolutely unhinges babey <3

elvis </3

btw i use he/him pronouns

other info n whatever on can be found on my other blogs (@shrunkupthejams, @miserableyoplait, @yopsocs-illus). this blog is purely for screaming into the void about my hyperfixations b/c i don't want to clog my writeblr and i'm not logged into main.

talk tag is #frankie yells, draw tag is #frankie scribbles

expect a LOT of incoherence and rambling and weird grammar

i am here to messily scream and shout about my favs first and foremost

also i am prone to going absolutely feral in the tags

basic dni + terfs FUCK OFF this blog is NOT for you

i WILL block h*rry p*tter fans w/o hesitation

also dni if you tag posts w/ the word queer as 'q slur' it's been reclaimed forever idfc

#frankie yells #sorry this is long #long post

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mohluskiepedard · 3 years

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Writing characters with your own traits but like, good, is something that can be so healing-

#writing #vaguely #mo yells into the void #i will ramble about thoughts i guess #sometimes... writing a character who carries her anger and bitterness with her but is not a bad person on it #can be very important i guess #i look at my own anger and bitterness now without hating myself for Having it #so that's... progress or something

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starberry-cupcake · 4 years

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I’ve had this su gifset idea in my mind since I saw mr universe and I’ve been avoiding it with other distractions because su future is emotionally exhausting me, but tonight is the night I think...after I cook dinner for the quarantined fam

#toniiiight toniiiiiiight toniiiight is the niiiiight #chiikaiatta ano hi yori tsuyoi kokoro deeeeee #me niiiiii wa miiiiiienai LIIIIIIGHT #ashiki tamashiii sae mo ima moyaseeeeeEEEEEEE #luly rambles #nobody cares about any of this but if we can't use tumblr to speak to the void #then what are we gonna do

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hadeki · 5 years

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OK BUT WHAT ABOUT

A hermitcraft hollow knight au

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #I have some ideas #bit tumblr didn't took my pc publication too well and I do not feel like writing everithing right now #but have this #false is a mantis #xixuma has some kind of connection with the higher beings (aka an explanation for admin powers lol)#tfc has weird void shenanigans going on #scar's a mender bug #no you cannot change my mind #the hermits travel trough the wastelands #each season is a new settlement #when they move out those buildings become the foundations of new bugkind settlements #xixuma powers allows ghem to go trough the wastelands without loosing their memories #mos of them do not remember what were they doing before joining the group #more tomorrow #PLS SEND IDEAS #sbsbdkslud #hadeki rambles

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12am-motivation · 13 days

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his perfect world has us in it... i still love him

#it's been so long and sol is as sweet as always #solomon #ソロモン #solomon obey me #obey me solomon #obey me nightbringer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #おべいみー #mo's simping hours #it's solomon loving hours #mo rambles into the void #revolution of the stained glass flower #happy devil day 2024

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shinobus-left-eye · 2 days

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HE'S FREED

#REJOICE MY FELLOW RYUSEIPS #AAAAAAAAAA #friendly reminder that bro is canonically handsome #midori takamine #takamine midori #高峯翠 #ryuseitai #流星隊 #ensemble stars music #ensemble stars basic #ensemble stars #enstars #あんさんぶるスターズ！#あんスタ #midotag #mo's simping hours #mo rambles into the void

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trashforhockeyguys · 3 years

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Don’t Hold Me -12- Carter Hart

A/N: Soo uh, major trigger warnings. Themes of abuse. Lots of that. So please read at your own risk. Like in preivous parts, you can skip about half way though and that part will be over.

Your whole body was cold. He was less than five feet away from you. So close that he could grab you if he wanted to, but you couldn’t move. You were frozen, unable to breathe. Carter was just upstairs. But all you could think about was keeping Carter away from him. You didn’t know what he might do to Carter if he had the chance. Or Travis, or Nolan. He’d gladly hurt them if he had the chance.

“Oh, c’mon now, doll. You aren’t going to say hello to me? After all these years? All we’ve been through?” He had the sadistic smile you’d grown used to. He liked watching you squirm.

You tried to force air into your body. But you couldn’t, not while he was standing in front of you. Not while he was looking at you like that, like he had for so many years. Your arms burned where bruises used to reside. He was here… he found you. You weren’t safe anymore.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance even more. That forced you to finally move, out of instinct. You couldn’t run though, he was faster than you. If you tried to go back inside, he’d follow you and trap you. Your only hope was that Ethan would come faster than he said he would.

“Y/N,” He warned, “It’s not polite to say hi. We talked about this.”

“Ethan will be here any minute.”

He laughed as his eyes hardened even more, you said the wrong thing, “You think I give a shit about your brother? You and I both know I always win in that fight. And your little protectors here? Konecny and his band of boys? Your little boyfriend up there? You and I both know what I could do to them.”

Fear flooded your body, you wanted to be scared for yourself, but all you could think about was keeping Carter safe. You knew he’d be leaving for practice soon. You only hoped you could get rid of him before Carter came out. All you could think about was the possibility of him looking like you did that last night. You didn’t want that for him. You’d do whatever you had to in order to protect him from that.

“What do you want?” Your voice shook. Ethan...you needed Ethan.

“You ruined my life. You know that right? I lost all of my scholarships, all of my offers, everything. All because of your stupid lies. They just couldn’t see that you were a whore that asked for it,” His laugh was sinister, just like it had been that night, “Let’s just say you owe me, and I plan on cashing in that debt, Y/N.”

“You need to leave.”

“Why? I can go wherever I want now. But you already knew that.”

He knew that Ethan was asking about him. He knew they were trying to track him down before he got this far. He was smart about how he planned things, you knew that. He was always very careful and methodical over everything. All these weeks he’d been watching you, he was planning. He knew he’d have to wait until your guard was down.

“Please,” You begged.

If you could get inside without him catching you, the security guard could help you. You could be safe. But he was too fast, you learned that the hard way once before. You knew that running from him always made it worse. It made him angry. He didn’t like to have to chase after you.

He took another step towards you, which forced you to step back a few times. Before you could register anything, his hand shot out and gripped your wrist, so tight you had to force yourself not to yelp in pain. You wanted to cry, your brain still remembered everything. Everything he’d drilled into you, stay quiet, smile, tell people everything is fine, act perfect, don’t run. He’d conditioned you for years to be his perfect little toy, and after everything you were still playing the role without even thinking about it.

“You know I don’t like it when you do that,” he warned again, squeezing your arm tighter.

You panicked even more. He had you now. You weren’t sure if you were even breathing now. He knew you were scared, and that’s what he wanted. That’s all he ever wanted. He wanted you scared, he wanted you small. He wanted to control you.

He gave a devilish smile and released your arm, “I’ll see you around, Y/N. You owe me.”

You didn’t move until he was out of sight. You heaved, trying to get air into your lungs. You felt like throwing up. He found you. You didn’t have to roll up the sleeve of your sweatshirt to know that there would be a bruise blooming on your arm. Just one of many he’d left behind.

Your eyes kept scanning, waiting for him to come back, or for Ethan to finally pull up. You needed to get yourself together before he could get here. You didn’t want to explain this to him. Even when Ethan went home, he wouldn’t be safe. He had friends, friends that wanted to get even. You would have to play his game again….and hope he’d hold up his end.

You ride to get rid of the tears that fell down your cheeks. Ethan didn’t need to see you like this, and you certainly didn’t want Carter to walk out and find you like this. You needed him to stay inside for a little while longer.

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, letting the cold air burn your lungs. You could do this again, to keep the people you loved safe. For them you would go through whatever you had to.

You knew Ethan was driving the car that pulled up in front of you, before he even leaned over to open the door. But just because Ethan was here didn’t mean you were safe. If he found you here, he would find you again. He promised he would. He was prepared to play games again, and you could only hope you’d make it out in one piece.

You couldn’t go to the police, you had nothing for them to arrest him on. The restraining order was void, he hadn’t done anything wrong. They wouldn’t be able to help. And if you told Ethan, Travis, or Carter, they’d want you to leave the city or stay locked up somewhere.

But hadn’t he taken enough of your freedom? Couldn’t you try to live? Even if it meant being at risk of running into him?

“C’mon kid, let’s go get some food.”

You forced a smile and climbed into the warm car. Ethan was a lot like Travis in the way that he was full of energy, but somehow he was also reserved like Nolan. He was your best friend, and your protector. You normally told him everything, but this time you couldn’t.

“You look good, E.”

He shrugged, “You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”

“School is kicking my ass, that’s all.”

He smiled and looked towards the apartment building, “So, you and Carter Hart, huh?”

“We aren’t talking about that before I’ve had coffee.”

He laughed. You’d missed his laugh. The whole house was normally filled by the sound when you were home. When Travis was living with your family, there was rarely a silent moment in the house. The three of you were always laughing and causing trouble. They made you forget about everything else. They always made you feel safe.

“We’re getting dinner with Trav tonight. You can invite Hart if you want.”

“A brother's inquisition against my boyfriend? No thank you.”

“Ah! So he is your boyfriend! Guess I owe Trav a twenty.”

“I didn’t say-”

“Yeah you did, Y/N.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. According to Kora, you talk about me all the time.”

You narrowed your eyes. He had a strange look on his face that you weren’t used to seeing, “Since when are you buddy buddy with my roommate?”

He tried to hide his smile as he glanced over at you, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh my god, Ethan. Did you sleep with her?”

“Not having this conversation until after coffee,” he joked.

Hours later, after a dinner with Travis and Ethan, which proved more difficult than you expected, you sat in your dorm hugging your knees to your chest. Carter was a big topic at dinner. Both of the guys seemed to already know something that you were just starting to figure out. They seemed to understand your feelings more than you could.

But if you were willing to throw yourself to the wolf in order to protect Carter, it should be obvious to you. You tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t have the luxury of thinking about it. You weren’t going to doom Carter like that. How you felt about him now...you could still keep him at arm's length. He never had to know. You didn’t have to get so attached. But it was already too late for that. You were more than attached to him.

“If you think any harder over there your head will explode,” Kora stated, leaning back on her desk chair, “Maybe drink some water?”

“Did you sleep with Ethan?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Oh..right, okay, this conversation,” She laughed nervously, “I’m not even gonna lie to you. So, yeah. Yeah, that happened.”

“Kora,” You couldn’t help but laugh. Out of everyone, somehow Ethan and Kora just made sense to you.

“What? You left us alone last time he stayed for the game? Remember? We all went out, and you were feeling well so Travis opted to take you home. And one thing lead to another.”

“I don’t need details, please,” You put your hands up, “My best friend and my brother...wow.”

“Oh c’mon, it’s not like you and Carter haven’t.”

Your face somehow turned white, “No. We haven’t.”

“You two slept together last night?”

“No, Kora. No,” You said quickly, “We slept in the same bed. I was having nightmares and I just...I couldn’t be alone, and I know I’m normally fine but I just-”

“Woah, okay. It’s okay,” She tried to stop you from rambling when she noticed how bad your hands were shaking, “C’mere, let’s get you all wrapped up in your blanket, yeah? Here, have Captain Cuddles.”

“I can’t do this to him, Kor.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Carter, I can’t...I’d ruin him Kora. I can’t do that to him.”

She sat next to you and wrapped you up in your blanket and put her arms around you, “Where’s all this coming from? Huh? You’re the happiest I’ve ever seen you when you’re with Carter. He loves you.”

“And I think I love him, but that’s the problem. I can’t drag him into all of this. He’ll just get hurt.”

“What happened this morning? You were fine when I talked to you yesterday afternoon.”

“He knows where I am. He can find me, and if he can find me, that means he can find Carter. I don’t want Carter to get hurt, Kor. I can’t.”

She froze for a minute before shaking her head and taking a deep breath, “He’d have to go through all of us to get you. Carter included. So he’ll have a hell of a time trying. And that stupid goalie? He’d do whatever it took to see you happy. So don’t worry about him, because I know for a fact he’s hopelessly in love with you, even if he can’t grow a pair and say it yet.”

“But Kora-”

“No but’s. I swear to god, you and Ethan love that word,” She laughed, “Now, take Captain Cuddles, I’m going to go down to the Dining Hall and get us some extra junk food, and call that stupid brother of your’s and yell at him for ratting me out. I’ll be back in a few minutes okay? Don’t move.”

“You turned me into a burrito,” You reminded her, “I can’t move even if I wanted to.”

“Good,” She stated, “I’ll be right back, and then you and I are going to watch really awful Christmas movies because they always make you happy. Okay?”

You slowly nodded and watched as she walked out of the door. You wished you could always stay under your mountain of blankets and inside the warm dorm room. You were safe here. You didn’t have to worry about him finding you here. He might know where you went to school, but he couldn’t get into your dorm easily, nor could he find your dorm room. Kora had half the building scared of her, and made everyone promise not to let in strangers if they asked for you. Travis, Nolan, and Carter were all exempt from that rule because everyone knew who they were, and saw them come in with you more times than you cared to admit.

You found yourself wishing the three of them were here with you. You wanted Carter to hold you like he had last night. You needed Travis and Nolan to tell jokes that would make you laugh and forget about everything. You just wanted to feel normal. You wanted to be a regular college student who was falling for an amazing guy.

But instead, you jumped every time there was a sound outside, or your phone went off. Because you knew it was only a matter of time until he came back for you. He wouldn’t give up, not now that he had you backed into a corner. He’d be back...all you could do was just wait and hope you were strong enough to survive it again.

#carter hart imagines #Carter hart imagine #carter hart fanfic #carter hart fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfic #hockey fanfiction #flyers imagine #flyers imagines #Philly Flyers #nicolewritesthings

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verifiedhawke · 3 years

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yet another WIP for yet another short lmfaoo this one is alistair-centric and hasn't even reached its main point yet but i like rambling about fake land disputes so here we are. first part is still a rough in transition areas but whatever

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Dust.

Alistair shook himself, clearing his head enough to focus on the proposal he was reading. Trying to read. Reading. …Trying to read. He sighed and started back at the top of the paragraph.

It was something to do with a territorial dispute. Wait, no that was the last one. This one was… Alistair skimmed the top of the page. A requisition for mining supplies because… Something to do with iron? Gold? They’d found a vein? Dammit. Alistair started back at the top of the page.

There was a lot on his agenda today, much like every day, but today was especially busy. In between the meetings with Banns and Arls and foreign dignitaries, Alistair was hounded with paperwork on land disputes, law proposals, and petitions. His council meetings were no less exhausting. On top of the daily reports on economy, trade, relations and anything in between, it seemed like every single day Alistair’s Marshal would have an update from one of his commanders on anything ranging from minor skirmishes between the nobles or the Dalish or the bears at the west end to audacious foreign Templars crossing his borders attempting to apprehend apostates before they could claim asylum in Ferelden.

It would also be nice if Alistair could have heard what those delightful dwarves were doing over in Orzammar, but his representative hadn’t turned up at court for the past week, which meant whatever correspondence he was receiving in the meantime wasn’t making it to the throne. Which meant no one knew what was happening in Orzammar. Which left a large black void in the shape of an underground city on the political landscape. Which made Alistair uncomfortable.

It was still unclear if the representative’s mysterious disappearance had anything to do with the recent string of kidnappings, or if the man had simply forgotten to send word that he’d come down with a nasty cough and was taking the week off. Another few days and Alistair would need to send someone to find him and, failing that, appoint a new representative in his place.

And then deal with the kidnappings, of course. That was also on his list somewhere.

Dust.

The Palace was also hosting Grand Cleric Elemena and her not-so-small contingent of Templars presently, both of which Alistair was expected to entertain for the better part of a month. Leliana had assured him the Grand Cleric wasn’t there to pass judgement on Ferelden for their lax views on apostates and Circles, but Alistair wasn’t so sure.

“She is not coming to intimidate you,” Leliana had said over breakfast one morning. “The Grand Cleric has always made it a point to visit the Royal Palace every few years.”

“Convenient timing, though, isn’t it?” Alistair had snapped back, pacing the length of the dining room with the announcement letter clutched in his shaking fist.

“She will just be overseeing the chapel. If anyone should be nervous, it should be the chapel’s mother.” Leliana tapped on the shell of her boiled egg with a spoon, breaking it open and gutting the yolk. “There is no reason to fret over such things. It is a customary visit, nothing more.”

Alistair hadn’t believed her. Still didn’t believe her.

Alistair liked Leliana, he did. He liked that she liked him, and he liked that she liked his wife, and he liked that they all liked each other — if to varying degrees. Alistair also liked the arrangement they had. It kept him from having to… Well, he liked that Anora had someone to make her happy. He liked that Leliana was a buffer between them and whatever was expected of Alistair in their marriage.

Alistair liked Leliana. And he trusted her. Except for on the things that had to do with the Divine or the Chantry or her job as the Hand of the Divine to the Chantry. On those things, Alistair was more wary. Twice shy and all that. Which meant for the next month he’d be taking prayers with the Grand Cleric in the mornings, avoiding conversation about his future plans for the Circles over lunch, treating the Templars to afternoon fox hunts, and hoping that it was all going to be enough to prevent the Divine from issuing an Exalted March on his country.

Dust.

Aside from Elemena, Alistair also had a dignitary from Starkhaven staying at the Palace. He’d been briefed on the reason for their visit earlier in the week, but wasn’t scheduled to receive them for a few days yet. Which probably meant whatever request they had wasn’t that high of a priority. At least, from his seneschal’s perspective. Maker willing, that conversation would be an easy one. Please let it be an easy one. He couldn’t keep up with any more political dances. He was always four steps behind the rest of the floor, with his partner on his toes.

Speaking of his partner…

Alistair shot Anora a quick glance over his desk. She was sitting in the chair opposite him, legs crossed primly at the ankles. It was a busy day for him, which meant it was a busy day for her, so she was clad in a respectable, high-collared sapphire dress that puffed at the shoulders and cinched at the waist. Her handmaids had dressed up the look with tastefully ornate gold necklaces, earrings and bracelets, and her hair was tied up in a complex knot of braids and pins that split down the middle into two, large twists on either side of her head. She appeared to be deep in thought, marking up the response to the territorial dispute Alistair had passed her a few minutes ago. He could see delicate cursive handwriting in the margins of his draft, adding suggestions, marking out rambling sentences, and rewording run-ons.

She looked in her element.

Alistair didn’t know how she did it. Anora was present at most of the same meetings as Alistair and was passed all the same correspondence. If anything happened in Ferelden, she knew almost the same moment Alistair did. While it was insulting to have someone there to check his work, Alistair was also well aware of how much more she knew about this world than he did. It would be stupid not to have her there to advise him.

And besides, she was patient with him. Far more patient than Alistair hadn’t expected her to be. Not with who her father was, and certainly not with what he had tried to do to that father. Anora had surprised Alistair in many ways, but no more than who she had turned out to be. She wasn’t nearly as ruthless as Loghain was, she wasn’t as shrewd, and she wasn’t cold. Anora was anything but someone Alistair could hate— Though, that wasn’t to say she hadn’t taken after Loghain at all.

Much of her decisive nature Alistair felt was a direct parallel to Loghain’s, and while she understood the pomp and fuss of the court, Anora also preferred a direct approach if given the option. Her acts were swift, her decisions final, and her will iron. She was not a cruel woman, but she was not a soft one either. Watching her at court or in the war room, it was hard to look at her and not see Loghain’s influence.

For that reason, it was hard for them to be anything but acquaintances. Alistair had tried and Anora had tried, but… It was better that she had Leliana. Besides, Anora preferred the company of women, and Alistair preferred the company of wardens.

Dust.

Alistair sighed again and rubbed his eyes.

“Stop doing that,” Anora said, not looking up from her mark-making.

“I don’t want to stop doing that,” Alistair complained, sitting back heavily in his chair. “I want to stop doing this.” He gestured vaguely at the paperwork that littered his desk and Anora shook her head.

“We still have three more requests to get through before supper,” she warned, but she set her quill back in its inkwell as she said it. Maybe she wasn’t as in her element as Alistair had thought. He smiled.

“Or, we have one nap to get through before dinner,” Alistair suggested, and she snorted.

“It’s been an unusually wet summer,” Anora said for some reason.

“So we’re… Talking about the weather now?”

“The White River Bannorn has seen much of that weather. Many of their crop farms are located along the river and were flooded out this season.”

“Okay…”

“The Arling of South Reach, on the other hand, has had an exceptional harvest.,” Anora continued. Alistair knew she was trying to lead him somewhere, but he wasn’t following.

“That’s nice…” He said carefully, gauging her reaction for any hints of what he was supposed to say.

“So…” She encouraged, giving him nothing.

“So… We should ask the Arling of South Reach to… offer some of their harvest to White River?” He tried.

“We can’t,” Anora said. Dammit. Alistair hated the trick questions.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Arl Bryland and Bann Reginalda are in negotiations with the Arling of Stenhold for the use of one hundred acres of their easternmost territory.”

“That means something, I’m sure,” Alistair joked and Anora smiled.

“Yes, it does.”

“...What does it mean?”

“That White River and South Reach are in a bidding war.”

“Over the hundred acres.”

“Yes.”

“For…?”

Anora shrugged. “Farming, agricultural needs. It’s fertile land. Stenhold claimed the area over a decade ago, but Voychek and Macia haven’t been able to settle it. The wasting sickness that ravaged their Arling eight years ago devastated their population and drove them into enormous debt. Not only do they not have the people to homestead the land, they couldn’t afford to even if they did.”

That made sense. Alistair thought he was following now. “So, Voychek and Macia are looking to sell the land to pay off their debts?”

“Not quite,” Anora said, giving Alistair a sympathetic smile when he deflated. “No one sells land if they don’t have to. The Neruda’s are looking to lease it. Whoever wins the bid will pay a yearly stipend to Stenhold, ensuring that Stenhold will be able to pay their debts and return the Arling to prosperity.”

“I see,” Alistair said, and he did. Anora was good at dumbing things down for him. She made it sound like a story, and Alistair liked stories.

“With a poor harvest season, White River won’t have excess crops to sell to the surrounding towns, which will drive their profits well below South Reach’s, all but ensuring South Reach will win the bid for Stenhold’s land,” Anora continued.

“Right…” Alistair said. “And that’s… bad?”

“Depends on who you were to ask,” Anora said.

“Who are we asking?”

“Ourselves.”

“Ourselves?” Alistair really was losing the plot now. “What do we have to do with White River’s Stenhold agriculture-and-or-cattle land?”

#my art #wip #alistair #anora #bbbb #idk man

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mohluskiepedard · 3 years

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Every so often I realise that I really can do whatever the fuck I want in my WIPs and that moment? Crazy. Insane. Wonderful. Best insane feeling in the entire world. Anyway-

#mo yells into the void #writing #writing rambles

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adhd-wifi · 4 years

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Do you have any meta on Suibian? I love that sword and I need more of it in my life!

Oh hell yeah I love SuiBian with all my heart and have a bunch of headcanons about it. Canon doesn’t give us much to play with unfortunately, but speculation games are always fun! Quick disclaimer, MDZS is currently the only story in the wuxia/xianxia genre I delve into, so my guesses and such are not at all based on the rules within the genre. Also, I grew up with both Chinese and Japanese folklore, so some details I talk about might’ve been merged or mixed up between the two cultures. So what I’m saying is that this post is 90% guessing games.

...Buuuuuuuuuut before we get into that I need a moment to gush about SuiBian's name. I love the name 随便 to a ridiculous degree. It's so silly and weird especially to a Chinese speaker like myself but oh so PERFECT. SuiBian's name alone does wonders for introducing Wei Ying's character early on, displaying his fickle and annoyingly'childish side so easily. Completely indecisive about the perfect name? Literally name it "Whatever". It also is symbolic of Wei Ying's carefree attitude in life before the war, with him being happy and doing whatever he wanted as a fun-loving teen, but he loses the ability to do "whatever" he wanted in life, along with losing the ability to wield the sword named "Whatever". SuiBian is the most brilliantly named weapon in the entire story and I have a stupid amount of feelings about the name itself. :D

Anyways, gushing aside let me ramble about the weapons themselves before talking about our brilliantly named sword. In a lot of the Chinese stories I grew up with, object spirits are fairly common, though it’s often believed a non-living being can’t form its own spirit naturally. For an object to create a spirit, powerful natural energy needs to be drawn into the object, with things like sentimentality or resentment making that attachment to a particular object stronger. I personally headcanon the cultivation swords as being forged with the cultivators’ spiritual energies and upon being given a name, the energy “awakens”, forming a spirit within the sword and thus a bond between wielder and weapon. Names are important in Chinese cultures (like many other cultures really), and not having a name tends to mean you’re unwanted or disgraced, so I like the believe that when the spirit receives its name, it’s properly “born”.

I also personally headcanon the Yin Tiger Seal as nameless, because it’s a cursed object rather than a spiritual artefact, having absorbed an endless void of resentment from the tormented souls of those brutally killed by the XuanWu. This might be why it’s so disloyal and uncontrollable.

That being said, the swords and other spiritual weapons don’t have personalities or a proper sentience. They have attachments to their wielders and through ZiDian in particular, we are shown that their “feelings” are a reflection of their wielders, most notably when Jiang FengMian believed he couldn’t wield ZiDian, but him being able to was a revelation of Madam Yu’s true feelings towards him. That being said, aside from ZiDian and SuiBian (through its self-sealing), no other weapon has shown this kind of loyal reflection towards their masters. (The Nie Sabers are a special case, but that’s for another post.) For the most part, the majority of the weapons/artefacts in MDZS are simply tools and are used as such. With ZiDian, the sentiments involving it are between its wielders rather than between the wielder and the weapon itself. Even Wei Ying treats SuiBian as a tool more than anything else (I mean this bitch used it to cut a watermelon and was implied to not OPENLY take care of it even when he could still wield it). Despite this, though possibly due to the third-person-limited nature of the story, Wei Ying is the only person we see having an actual bond with his sword.

We know Wei Ying loves swordplay above all his other skills, being extremely confident when it comes to his sword skills (bitch didn’t even mention he knew how to hold a flute until he was tossed into death valley), and losing the ability to wield the sword made him extremely sad. Another note is that we ONLY see this sadness when it’s specifically SuiBian he’s looking at. I like to interpret this as him specifically missing wielding his own particular sword - that even if he could wield another sword, he would deeply wish it was SuiBian in his hands instead. Thinking about it, it was likely that SuiBian was the one object given to him by the Jiang Sect that was truly his own, because he trained hard to reach the head disciple position with that sword by his side. Going through hardships with one particular object will often make one feel sentimental attachments to said object, and I think this was what happened with Wei Ying with SuiBian. If you take into account my personal ADHD headcanons for Wei Ying, this is even more likely to me, because I, as an ADHD person, did that kind of thing multiple times whenever I improved in my own skills, such as getting EXTREMELY attached to a particular type of pen, drawing tablet, and note book.

Bringing back the point of the swords reflecting the feelings of their wielders, I headcanon that Wei Ying’s love for his sword was channelled into the sword itself, and so SuiBian reflected its wielder’s sentiments right back to him. It was dearly loved, and so it returned that love back just as deeply in its own way. From what we know, SuiBian ONLY sealed itself after Wei Ying was truly gone. But while he was the Yiling Patriarch, it likely lay dormant while waiting for Wei Ying to pick it up to fight with again. We saw this very clearly in CQL, when Lan Zhan was able to unsheathe it when he and Jiang Cheng retrieved the confiscated swords from the Wens. But after there was truly no chance of being wielded by its master? SuiBian decided it would die with Wei Ying. For a sword spirit that knew no complicated sentiments, there was no other option.

It’s interesting to me that SuiBian later recognized both Wei Ying in Mo XuanYu’s body, and Wei Ying’s golden core in Jiang Cheng. Those were two foreign bodies to the sword, and yet it recognized his wielder’s soul and spiritual power almost flawlessly. I think the only reasons it took a while to recognize the paperman-Wei Ying was due to taking a moment to “re-awaken” and also, Wei Ying’s spiritual energy in paperman-mode was low anyway. Considering the sword spirits are implied to primarily channel spiritual energy, the fact that it also recognized Wei Ying’s actual soul is pretty damning evidence of its attachment to Wei Ying.

Of course, as a writing nerd I’m also nitpicking it a little, since it does also kinda come off as a pretty CONVENIENT way to reveal both Wei Ying’s identity and the golden core transfer, but eh, I prefer getting emotional over the sword’s bond with Wei Ying. :P

#ask replies #i rewrote this six times #i have a lot of feelings about SuiBian #mdzs meta #my metas #mdzs headcanons #my headcanons #my post #my ramblings

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